Shane rolled himself up against the wall and stayed there. He wasn’t stupid enough to think he could pursue this fight any longer, so he was resting. The woman, back on her feet, was once again shouting something at him. He, once again, wasn’t really paying attention. At this point anything she could be trying to say didn’t really matter to him. Either she was taunting him, telling him to piss off, or apologizing. Regardless of which it was though, he wasn’t going to be budging from this spot, and he had no interest in having a conversation with her either.

He was doing everything in his power to calm down. He’d being seeing nothing but red all evening, but now that he was at an obvious disadvantage a level head seemed like the most important thing to have. The pain coming from the wound was making that goal seem far from his reach though.

He stayed in his curled up position, limbs sucked into the bulk of his mass. He didn’t say anything other then the occasional grunting noise and a wince here and there. His eyes, on the other hand, were darting in every possible direction. He was scanning the alley in case there were any new threats, as well as an exit strategy. Mainly though, he was keeping tabs on the other two, who had now gathered together. Strength in numbers, right?

No matter how he looked at his situation though, it seemed clear that the next move was in the tube-woman’s hands.

Akshay watched as the woman stood but still tried to keep a careful eye on the creature that was curled up against a dark corner of the alley. For a moment Akshay had real sympathy for that person because all of this was simply a misunderstanding, nothing more. A simply bump while walking, plus a bad day, could many absolutely anyone irritable. But just as the young wordsmith began to contemplate walking over to make sure that the man was okay, he paused. That was definitely not a good idea, especially with how the man wanted to rend his head from his shoulders a mere few minutes ago.

He was lying in defeat and he needed to understand that. Still, that didn’t mean that Akshay could not at least give an anonymous call to 9-1-1 about an injured man in an alley.

Before long the woman was standing and she too eyed the creature. But, unlike Akshay, she actually spoke up…

>> "Can we just end this foolishness? I don't want to fight and you don't like to be in any shape to fight, so can we just end this and I'll let you go peacefully?"

Akshay nodded, still trying to catch his breath. He really just wanted to go home and soak in the tube after this whole ordeal. All he wanted to do was go out and watch a movie premiere and, while that was awesome, he really just wanted to forget the rest of the events that followed. With a tired sigh, he simply nodded his head as he eyed the person. Unfortunately he was not answering but he was making no moves to go on the offense again. At least that was good news…he hoped.

>> "No doctor…How about you? Do you need a doctor?"

Akshay shook his head. Not that he wanted to play the tough guy or anything like that but it just seemed like far too much of a hassle. Besides, at most he had some cuts and heinous bruising, nothing that some asprin and a good night sleep won’t be able to fix.

“Nah, I just…I just really want to go home,” he said wearily.

Looking at the miserable little ball that was the shifting mutant, Skydancer couldn't help but feel rather bad for him. She didn't feel too bad of course, after all he had caused both her and the wannabe hero boy no end of trouble and physical harm, but she did feel some sympathy. Now, if only he'd stay in his curled up unhappy position instead of attacking, she'd feel a whole lot better about the entire situation. Whatever damage she did to him he brought on himself so, feeling sorry or not, she wasn't about to try and help him fix something that was really his own fault.

Skydancer heard her curled up opponent grunt which she took as some sort of affirmation of having heard her, though weather he actually understood her words was another question entirely. However, he no longer appeared to be making any offensive moves which she was taking as a good sign, unless proven otherwise. She was pretty sure she hadn't done too serious damage to him with the stabbing, though even that was difficult to be certain. With mutants, it was sometimes unpredictable how fragile or sturdy they were. She was the perfect example of someone who could be seriously injured or even die from wounds that would otherwise only be moderately serious to a human.

Skydancer was glad to hear that her rescuee was relatively unharmed. "I wouldn't mind going home myself. Can I escort you? Just in case anything else should jump out of the shadows at you?" She tried for a smile, though it came out a little strained. "I think he'll probably let us go peacefully now." She gestured back at their prone enemy.

Enough time had passed without any kind of retaliation from his combatants that he was fairly certain it was never going to come. His gaze didn’t break its hold on the pair, but he did begin to move again. If the two of them weren’t going to finish him off then he had absolutely no interest in hanging around. He didn’t know where he was going to go, but being away from this place and these people was certainly the better option.

His body started to roll away from the duo down along the edge of the building, looking more like a blob of oil dripping then an actual person crawling away. For his first few advances his eyes remained staring them down, but slowly his gaze started drifting from the other two as he put more and more distance between them and himself.

Each stride he formed himself into a more human shape, picking up speed with each step until he was moving at what felt like a full sprint, but in reality was more like a limping jog. But still, he was putting distance between the two of them, and that’s all he really seemed to care about.